Hey, y'all! Wow, it's been a while since I've wrote at wrestling fic, but since Paige is my favorite Diva (Next to Nattie, of course) and I love AJ's character, so here's a Pai-J fic. Enjoy!

August 17, 2014

"Get back here! I'm not finished with you!" I simply smirked, skipping down the halls as AJ, my best friend, screamed at me. I had just won back the Divas Title and needless to say AJ was a little upset. Not me. "Saraya!" I stopped skipping and turned around to face AJ, making sure my title belt was snapped securely around my waist.

"Now, AJ. I thought I told you to call me Paige." I replied with a fake, sweet smile. As much as I love my mother, I would much rather be called by my ring name, Paige, instead of my real name, Saraya-Jade. Saraya is my mother's ring name and as honored as I am to be named after her, I prefer to have my own name. Granted, I didn't come up with Paige, but the name has stuck with me. AJ stormed up to me by this point, rage clearly expressed on her face.

"I don't give a damn what you told me to call you." AJ seethed. "Quite frankly, there are other names I would rather call you. How the hell did you steal the title from me again?! The script said I was supposed to retain." Another smirk formed on my lips as I remember the counter from the Black Widow submission into the Ram-Paige, which allowed me to regain my Divas Title.

"I don't give a damn what the script said." I mocked AJ, shrugging. "We all know the scripts are open-ended. Creative has ten other storylines planned for us. Besides, it's my birthday. Let me have some fun." AJ screamed in frustration, her fingers roughly yanking through her dark brown hair.

"You are so infuriating! I don't care that it's your birthday and I'm aware that Creative has back-up storylines . That's not why I'm angry. I'm pissed because you can't follow simple instructions to save your Casper-pale ass!" AJ snapped. I crossed my arms, shamelessly laughing in her face. Clearly that was supposed to insult me, and perhaps in April that may have done just that. Now, now so much, especially not tonight. AJ screamed again, slapping me hard across my face. My satisfied smirk instantly disappeared as I stared at the wall for a moment, my hand gingerly touching my cheek while I roughly bit the inside of my lower lip. My eyes glanced over to AJ, who was now the one with the satisfied smirk.

"Oops, I'm sorry Paige." AJ said with fake innocence, batting her eyelashes at me. "I didn't mean to slap you." I rolled my eyes.

"You're crazy." I replied, shouldering past AJ, only to be yanked back by my long black hair. With surprising strength, AJ pulled me back until I was face-to-face with her again. I winced as AJ's grip on my hair tightened.

"Ohh, Paige." AJ started dramatically. "I'm so disappointed in you. After all, as my best friend you should know I don't like being called the "C-Word." I knew what was coming next. AJ all but implied it with her innocent tone and calm-before-the storm demeanor; the one she always had before she snapped. For whatever reason, I simply couldn't keep my sarcastic mouth shut before I got my ass kicked.

"Sweetheart, you should know me well enough to know that there are worse C-Words I could've called you." If AJ wasn't going to snap before, she certainly did now. With one more frustrated scream, AJ threw me by the hair into the nearby wall, causing me to stumble over several crates of equipment. After my awkward landing, AJ took the opportunity to jump me and started throwing wild punches while my arms shot up instinctively over my head and face. I'm not quite sure how, but I managed to slide my foot underneath her stomach and sharply kicked her back off of me and into some passing stagehands. The two stagehands weren't expecting it, so unfortunately they cushioned AJ's fall. Unsatisfied, I pushed myself off of the crates onto my feet and stormed over to AJ. Bending down, I mimicked AJ by grabbing her by the hair and lifted her up. I then threw her (like I would in the ring) quite a bit down the hall. Unfortunately, AJ and I were already close to the Divas locker room when our verbal encounter began, so as I stalked over to AJ, the locker room door opened and before I knew it, a strong set of arms began pulling me back before I could do anything else to my dear, sweet April Jeanette. Of course, that didn't stop me from trying to break free.

"Paige, enough!" I lightly bit my lower lip as I realized it was Nattie who was restraining me. If I learned anything in the couple years I've been in this company, it would be not to piss off Nattie, especially since she was one of the few friends I chose to have. So, I stopped struggling. Layla came out of the locker room and started helping AJ, who was holding her head after the impact, to her feet. Nattie sighed.

"You do realize you have to go see Paul again, right Paige?" My eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? Nattie, she attacked me first!" I protested. I had completely forgotten that due to previous unplanned encounters between AJ and I, which actually happens more than you realize, we would automatically reported to Mr. COO himself. I gave Nattie a pleading look. Nattie, however, simply gave me a soft smile and shook her head.

"But you retaliated, which means—"

"Yeah, yeah. I know." I interrupted. I looked at AJ, who was smirking at me. That was when realization dawned on me. "You set me up!" I fumed.

"Not very hard to do, my Casper-looking crumpet."

"Stop antagonizing, April." Layla interjected. Without another word, Nattie and Layla escorted AJ and I to Mr. Levesque's office like children being sent to the principal's office.

Which brings us to now.

Paul, known to the WWE Universe as Triple H, lectured us for at least a good fifteen minutes. Both AJ and I had our arms crossed as we listened to Paul. The lecture had consisted of AJ being scolded because of unprofessional behavior, especially since she was a company veteran. Paul's rebuttals to me was that even though I was still fairly new to the WWE, I was now a multi-time champion, so I needed to behave as such. Paul sat there staring...more like scowling...at us while drumming his fingers together. It actually started to make me feel uneasy, which I think was the point because even AJ shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I was a bit relieved when Paul started to speak after a five minute pause...

"You two will learn to get along. I'm sick of seeing the both of you in my office because neither one of you can act like professionals..." ...Not for very long, I should add. "Here's the deal. I shouldn't but I'm going to give you one more chance. You, AJ, and you, Saraya..." I tried not to cringe when he used my real name. "...are going to spend every possible moment together. That includes hotel rooms, car rides to the next venue, training at the gym. Everything. Everywhere. You will do so until Night of Champions."

"What?" AJ suddenly protested. "I can't spend an entire month with her!" Paul glared at her.

"Shut up. I wasn't finished." AJ gulped softly, remaining silent. "If you disobey me or if I find out you two are fighting off-camera and unauthorized to do so, not only will I strip you of the title, Saraya, but you both will be done with title shots for a while and you'll both be suspended without pay for sixty days. Do I make twelfth clear?"

"Yes, sir." AJ and I said almost automatically.

"Good. You will start tonight. Now get out." I was the first to stand and leave the office, AJ not too far behind me. Once we were out of the office, April closed the door behind us. I looked over at her and found her smirking at me.

"Meet me in the parking lot in an hour or I'm leaving you." Was all she said before skipping down the hall and leaving me to my own devices. I sighed roughly. This was going to be a very long month...

Sorry that there's a lot of dialog, but that seems to happen a lot in my fics. Hopefully there was enough description. I have plans to keep updating this story, but I'm very bad at updating at a frequent pace, lol. Let me know how this chapter was.

'Til then!

Ju$t!ce